Oystercatcher Tide Pools this glancing life is like a morning star

My first post with Maiira. Whoever joins, please DON'T feel the need to match post length.

Maiira trotted along the sand, wet with ocean water as well as the drizzle overhead. It was nighttime and not warm, and the light coat she had inherited from her coyote mother did not help much in these cooler temperatures. She knew, however, that to complain now in this mild chill would jinx her luck—for it would get much colder as the seasons continued to turn. It was barely autumn now. By the time the ghosts of ancestors would come along to haunt the living for one night, it would be much colder, she was almost certain. She grinned at the thought. She, of course, felt the spirits around her all the time—though for some reason, others insisted on calling her crazy. Oh well, she thought. One could not win them all.

The coywolf breathed deeply to capture the smell of the salt spray, and had half a mind to jump into the water and let the waves take her for a time so that she could wear the smell as a strong perfume afterwards. Unfortunately, as she knew from experience, the smell of salt spray and sand is much different than the smell of sheer ocean water. Still, the thought remained, lingering in the back of her mind. She imagined herself coming out of the water, wearing a dripping crown of seaweed that clung to her head like mermaid’s hair. 

Large ears swiveled on Maiira’s head, aiming mostly towards the ocean to enjoy the sound of its breathing. Innnnn, ooooouuuut. Innnnnn, oooooouuuut. And if she were to jump in and submerge her head, she’d hear the constancy of the Mother’s womb, the sound of the Life Waters all around, ready to give life—or, especially in the ocean’s case—take it away. What creatures usually roamed the shoreline and circled the air here were asleep or gone far away, so there was little besides the Mother’s breathing to hear. Maiira continued to trot, zigzagging her way through the tide pools and stopping occasionally to fill her belly with seafood snacks.

After departing from his sisters company, the male wanted to do more exploring of the new land he found himself in. He smelled the salty sea water that flowed in his direction from the wind and as the tide went back and forth he felt the water splash across his paws causing him to jump back due to the cold sensation it caused.

The wind also drew the scent of a wolf to his nose and as he looked to find the figure that matched the scent he noticed a wolf going around the tide pools who seemed to be eating. His tail swayed a bit and he gave a chuff. “Hello!” He called out.

The coywolf’s large ears swiveled toward the sound of someone calling to her. She was currently gazing into one of the tide pools, searching for more snacks to eat. It was harder to do this in the dark, and took more concentration, so she took her time in looking up at the male. A small fish darted about in the water. She watched it with her eyes only, not moving her head, and then quickly snapped it up into her jaws and swallowed it. It was hardly a mouthful, but she felt pride in having caught it at all. Now for the wolf who had greeted her.

Her eyes shot up to meet him, shining in the dark, and she flashed a grin that shone in the moonlight. “Maiira greets you,” she purred, bowing her head. “What brings a wolf here so late at night, hmm?” She moved around the tide pool so that she was closer to the male and then sat down to wait for his response. In the meantime, she studied him, or what little she could see of him in the dark. He was much bigger than she was. Of course, all wolves were much bigger than she was, for the most part. Her coyote blood meant she was tiny compared to her full-blooded cousins. This did not frighten her. Let him come and attack if he wished. She was much quicker than he, she guessed, and would be long gone before he was anywhere near her.

Mocha went inactive so I'm archiving this.

The wolf, however, didn't seem to have anything more to say to her. "A silent one, hmm?" Maiira asked. "Maiira can be silent too, when she wishes to be." Then, with a flash of a grin in the dark, she turned tail and trotted away.